My own cat is loving and affectionate, but is a rescue who was never nursed when young, so does not know it is even a possibility and does not appreciate being picked up. She does not realise I'd love it.
I never met anyone who expressed anything but dislike right through to downright hatred for Alf. Even my older brother, now passed, who didn't have a hating bone in his body couldn't stand Alf. Even my dad, one of the world's kindest men, who knew him through the local FA, as he ran a football team and Alf sometimes refereed, didn't like him ..... and didn't trust him either. Sorry for ruining your day. The good news is ALF IS DEAD and has been for a long time. But Alf was a spireite too .......
Life in Buxton sounds nicely bourgeoise. Do hope Alty don't ruin it all by doing something stupid.
Wish you could have seen Alf's face when Clarke, my house, beat his Bradley lot two years together in the Senior House Final. He always did his Harry Potter sorting hat act to recruit as many good footballers as he could into Bradley when they passed for Grammar. He'd got about half the 1st XI. We were mostly rugby players who could play football ........ Both games he stalked off before the end with a face like thunder. As if it mattered. Except because it did to him, it mattered to us, because he'd spent two years trying to kill rugby in the school and we kept it going on our own!
I never met anyone who expressed anything but dislike right through to downright hatred for Alf. Even my older brother, now passed, who didn't have a hating bone in his body couldn't stand Alf. Even my dad, one of the world's kindest men, who knew him through the local FA, as he ran a football team and Alf sometimes refereed, didn't like him ..... and didn't trust him either. Sorry for ruining your day. The good news is ALF IS DEAD and has been for a long time. But Alf was a spireite too .......
Life in Buxton sounds nicely bourgeoise. Do hope Alty don't ruin it all by doing something stupid.
Wish you could have seen Alf's face when Clarke, my house, beat his Bradley lot two years together in the Senior House Final. He always did his Harry Potter sorting hat act to recruit as many good footballers as he could into Bradley when they passed for Grammar. He'd got about half the 1st XI. We were mostly rugby players who could play football ........ Both games he stalked off before the end with a face like thunder. As if it mattered. Except because it did to him, it mattered to us, because he'd spent two years trying to kill rugby in the school and we kept it going on our own!